A bitchy trampoline
A living brain jammed inside a cybernetic body, with a heart of steel
Every single emotion was removed except hate
The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely
A genius. Stone cold brilliant.
A talking baked potato
A mind parasite. It feeds on everything dark in you.
It's not exactly a child
It's what's in the dark. It's what's always in the dark.
They fed off gas, the filthier, the better.
Its food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth: dinner!
Ghosts that are not ghosts, but beings from another world, who can only exist in our realm by inhabiting cadavers
When they fart, it doesn't just smell like a fart
So terrible—so powerful—that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy across all the barriers of time and space.
The Prince and the fallen. The enemy, the sin, the fear and the darkness
Terrified of wood (or not)
Fish from space have never been so... buxom.
These guys never can be persuaded. They never can be afraid.
You should kill them all on sight.
He's going to kill us all. How cool is that?
The Simpsons
Family Guy
Name That Sitcom
